Monday, December 28, 2015

a different kind of silence

                                                                                    Vratna        winter      2015

There is something about mountains that make you feel calm. The morning mist winds its way around the tall pines, somehow leading the way forward and at the same time shrouding that path in mystery. The light changes every few minutes, one moment brilliant blue sky making you squint at its sharpness and the next a cold blanket of cloud as the light all but goes out. This is the Mala Fatra mountains in the North. Mountains and hills create a 13 km sq valley of forest and golden grassland.

Monday, December 21, 2015


                                                                                            yorkshire        2005

Maybe we are not more than ghosts of the possibilities we had in our youth, our dreams cut short by the reality of who we have become, as life's sharp edges have ripped away at the flesh around our hearts, removing layers of protection, making us vulnerable to the sound of fear in our search for understanding.

Thursday, December 17, 2015

the sea as a reflection of mood

                                                                                       Brighton            2015

Photographs can lie about many things, but they have a way of telling the truth about ones mood or emotional state, they somehow reveal what we are trying to hide from the world.

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

time flies

                                     Bratislava     winter     2004

Scanning negatives from the first rolls of film I shot in 2004 made me think again about how you always remember where you were and what you were thinking at the time you took a picture. I try to  to understand so much of what happens in life, but I don't think I could function without the help of art. All kinds of loss that a person experiences can somehow be channelled by creativity into something that has a life of its own, something that has the power to heal and bring with it a form of hope, something that can ultimately be shared.

I was living on the 8th floor, it was winter and I remember looking out the window at all these birds flocking around a cable that had been strung between the buildings, I picked up the camera and took this picture, a few seconds later all the birds flew away. I thought there was a musical quality to the birds, the pattern they made in the sky and the sound of their tiny wings beating against the silent winter air. So much has happened from that moment to this and working on this book is making me revisit these experiences again, and also realize that I didn't make these photographs out of curiosity, I made them out of love, and as a way to say thank you to life.

Thursday, December 10, 2015

nothing preserves like neglect

Yesterday I received a copy of my book from the printers. It is a collection of black and white photographs I made in Bratislava from 2004-2010. People, places and situations, many now gone make up a portrait of the city during this period of change. The book will be available to buy in early 2016.

Monday, December 7, 2015

down by the river

                                                 Bratislava        winter        2015

Saturday, December 5, 2015

sometimes all the answers we ever needed are right in front of us

                                           Koliba             winter            2015


                                                                             Koliba        winter         2015

Thursday, December 3, 2015


                                                            photo by Miro Miklas

I met Miro my second day in Bratislava, more than 11 years ago. I went to the camera store, looking for a darkroom to rent so I could process my films and see what I had been photographing. The shop assistant spoke English and so we started a conversation about photography and I asked if he knew anyone who could help with my quest. He replied maybe, if you come back here at 6pm I can take you somewhere and you can see. I returned later and went by tram with Miro to Mileticova, to the house where he lived. In the basement was his fathers darkroom which he had begun using to print his own photographs. He said you are welcome in my house and to use my darkroom, and gave me a key.

Since then I have seen him get married and watched his two boys grow up, and witnessed him develop into a photographer that has used his old rolleiflex camera with patience and empathy to create an amazing collection of images of his children growing up.

Happy 40th birthday Miro.

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

inspirational books

                                                                       "winterreise"    by Luc Delahaye